I held unto Florian's waist even as he gently parked the bike, then leaned back and removed his helmet. I reluctantly let go of him and got off the bike, and he got off too, taking my helmet from me as he gently balanced it on the bike. He turned, holding my hand as softly as the subset lights were resting in his hair, his eyes tender.
"Is this alright?"
I swallowed, my eyes slowly moving to the gate. "Will they want to see me?"
He gave a small chuckle. "I am sure they will."
I nodded, and he gently led me towards the gate. He pushed open and slowly started to lead me into the long rows of his family that have passed on.
I held my breath throughout the short trip that took us to the side by side graves where his parents lay forever, and I immediately felt my heart drop.
"Hi, Mum, Dad
